This resonates with me...

Walter Pater wrote (The Renaissance):
"At first sight experience seems to bury us under a flood of external objects, pressing upon us with a sharp and importunate reality, calling us out of ourselves in a thousand forms of action. But when reflexion begins to play upon these objects they are dissipated under its influence; the cohesive force seems suspended like some trick of magic; each object is loosed into a group of impressions—colour, odour, texture—in the mind of the observer. And if we continue to dwell in thought on this world, not of objects in the solidity with which language invests them, but of impressions, unstable, flickering, inconsistent, which burn and are extinguished with our consciousness of them, it contracts still further: the whole scope of observation is dwarfed into the narrow chamber of the individual mind. Experience, already reduced to a group of impressions, is ringed round for each one of us by that thick wall of personality through which no real voice has ever pierced on its way to us, or from us to that which we can only conjecture to be without. Every one of those impressions is the impression of the individual in his isolation, each mind keeping as a solitary prisoner its own dream of a world."

This is like the process of creativity: an impression from without or within leads to a time of reflection - without effort the whole entity is passed through the massive filter of the personality and a new being springs up. Then this new thing must come forth: I disagree with Pater's last sentence - the creation is not kept as a prisoner but displayed. Does it sing, is it both familiar and strange - does it augment the world? If yes, it might be worth something. Films, paintings, poems and other writing - they all fall into this category. I am gearing up for the final acceleration into the period of preproduction on this project. I will keep you posted...